NAKED LUNCH

I CANNOT EAT

WHAT IS UNFIT

I CANNOT FIT

INTO WHAT IS UNEATEN

THE NAKEDNESS

OF REALITY

THE GLARE OF MISERY

IN ONE'S EYES

THE MUTE SCREAM

OF SURVIVAL

TESTAMENT TO

LOSS AND DESPERATION

SQUANDER ALL

SAVE NOTHING

TOMORROW IS

SPOKEN FOR

NOT IN WORDS

BUT IN DEEDS

TO PROPERTY

TO MAYHEM

LOSE NOT THE

BATTLE OF DEATH

OR YOU SHALL BE

FACED WITH A LIFE

THE TRAGEDY OF

THE EXQUISITE

THE PAIN OF BEAUTY

GLANCING BACK

I HAVE COME THIS WAY

NOT OFTEN

BUT OFTEN ENOUGH

TO REMEMBER

REMEMBER THE LIGHT

REMEMBER THE ODOR

AND TO RECALL

MY LOST SOUL

Bobby Jameson Dec 22, 2009